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Old May 19, 2008, 11:25 AM
Griffe
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I don't know why today but I miss my little brother.
I didn't know his name. He wasn't even half a year old when he was killed. I wonder if the police even came looking for him when he died, if anyone else knew he died, if they even realized he existed in the first place or if he was just another forgotten child like me. I never got to be a big brother, the only memory I have of him is his death

I almost want to name him so it feels like he belonged more, no one deserved his fate. I wonder if he even had a name, if my dad cared enough to name him.

So I'll just call him little brother. Crying today, I don't know why I miss him so much today.
And know I'll never know your name, and never know who you could have grown up to be. And I can't stop crying. I never cry.
But I'll have to go through, pretending to be happy, pretending I'm okay, when I miss the little brother I never got to truly know.